My land is the heaven of cucumbers
the dog tracks follow the sunshine
and coffee is boiling on my pontoon.
I cried with my selfish goldfish yesterday
afterwards the wallpaper was green
but I didn't mind.
I choked on her bubbles
popping them with pineneedles
and I painted my fake grapes blue.
My land stops at the Kool-aid stand
I watch it carefully
my eyes hear the wind chimes
as the worms light my candles
and I drink from my paper cup.
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